‘God, he fucked me three times today.’ That wasn’t my sister-in-laws voice but my loving wife’s. ‘Ever since Brandon came back last month I ...ust can’t get enough of his cock.’ I had never met Brandon but I knew that was the name of my wife’s ex-boyfriend who had dumped her and moved away. ‘So what are you going to do now?’ my wife’s sister asked. ‘Brandon wants me to move in with him so I’ll get a lawyer and file for divorce,’ Janice replied. ‘This is a community property state so I’ll get half. I ended up holding her AND Lynne, who was also crying. We had a group hug for a good half hour. Then I disengaged myself and went about getting a grave dug. We had a little impromptu memorial service, where the women remembered things he'd done and talked about it and cried some more, but those were slightly happier tears. He'd been a good dog.I lost it when I covered him up with dirt, and then it was the women holding me.By this time I was a fairly accomplished mechanic, electrician and. I lost it. I started to cry right there at my desk. That stupid idiot could care less about me. I had given him so much over the past two years, and all he could think about was his tiny dick. (I know I said he was big before, but I lied because I didn’t want everyone to know how frustrated I was. It is small. Too small.)As I sat there, sniffling, I get an instant message from my new team leader, Jamal. I’ll copy and paste it.---JAMAL S: You ok?JAIME Q: YesJAMAL S: Are you sure?JAIME Q: Yes,. ” I was fluid in taking control quickly, but then, I’d known what I would be dealing with. “What’s the home-made lemonade like here? I’m dying for something cold and crisp to drink,” I asked, seeing what she’d ordered. I ordered myself one too and we sat and chatted for half an hour about her work, hairdressers, architecture and politics, and as we chatted we bonded as people. I didn’t need to ask her if she liked me, I knew she did from her warm, natural response to me and the sparkle in her.